The Honey Pot

I’m a monsterrrrr!

Good morning tumblr monsters.

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iamsam-antha:

ME!
"I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."
— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (thank you, bookoasis)

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Whippet Good

avgas:

Hehehehe.  Fack I’m old.

Devo dog humor is timeless, right?

Whippet Good

avgas:

Hehehehe.  Fack I’m old.

Devo dog humor is timeless, right?

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Tags: punny
"The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins."
— Bob Moawad (via fuck-yeah-quotes)

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hennnypotter:

i know, dude. don’t judge me. 

I am going to use this gif
ALL THE TIMES.

hennnypotter:

i know, dude. don’t judge me. 

I am going to use this gif

ALL THE TIMES.

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barelysarcasm:

onemoretimewithfeeling:

Okay, I think this is my last P&R reblog this week.

It’s just not logical that Spock would be doing that kind of sexy dance.

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I think this is, minimum, a triple homage.
Please allow me to introduce my phone- Cat Karl Pigwidgeon Fancy McRingDingle the Luckphone of the SpaceDragons.

I think this is, minimum, a triple homage.

Please allow me to introduce my phone- Cat Karl Pigwidgeon Fancy McRingDingle the Luckphone of the SpaceDragons.

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ladyofthehouse replied to your photo: I think this is, minimum, a triple homage. Please…

my god! it is breakfast. AND Bronson. Does that make it breakfast *with* Bronson? Why yes, yes it does. Entirely full of win. Weird win, but win nonetheless.

I will name my first imaginary child, Weird Win.

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OurPresidents:

WIN
In 1970s-speak that’s, “Whip Inflation Now.”  On October 8, 1974 Gerald Ford announces his WIN program to a joint session of Congress. 
- WIN in the Presidential Timeline

OurPresidents:

WIN

In 1970s-speak that’s, “Whip Inflation Now.”  On October 8, 1974 Gerald Ford announces his WIN program to a joint session of Congress. 

- WIN in the Presidential Timeline

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I just want to call Ron Swanson, Lester.

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no, I don’t want to go to family dinner tonight. I already have a let’strynotbeingupeachothersassesforfivesecondsandseehowthatgoes dinner in a cave of solitude tonight.

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smallbirdswaiting:

Ghanaian book club.

this is basically my book club.
it was tagged sheep?

this is basically bovids.

smallbirdswaiting:

Ghanaian book club.

this is basically my book club.

it was tagged sheep?

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this is basically bovids.

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Is Dan gone from tumblr or did I miss one of his tumblr migrations?

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glitterbubbles:

this is the party!

my pajama pants. it’s not THAT kind of party. I am watching Psych, making tea, and doing laundry. I hope my jim-jam bottoms are in the laundry. xoxoxoxo

my hands were so cold this morning that the TARDIS couldn’t go to space

Thursday night/Friday morning:

Jules: go have some fantastic sleep, I LOVE YOU!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo <3<3<3<3<3

Me: go have some fantastic sleep, those are such beautiful words <3 will you be having some fantastic sleep, Jules? It would be rude of me to partake if you are not also partaking of the fantastic sleep.

Jules:hahaha, I just REALLY want to catch up with tumblr! I have a lot of catching up to do. it is nearly 1am, that means I have to be up in five hours, maybe I should try some of this fantastic sleep and tumbl at lunch tomorrow.
me: yes, SLEEP, we just are butt blogging. Sleep, at least tonight, is more important than butts, for you anyway <3
Jules: hahaha, it’s true. despite the immersion therapy, I am still uncomfortable with butts. I feel like that ended up a different statement than I intended.
me: well, us butts, are not uncomfortable with you!
Jules: hahahaha, YOU ARE NOT A BUTT, you just like to blog about butts, and that is okay with me! I love you, butt blog or not.
me 2:45 AM: Thank you for accepting me! I love you! even if you are never comfortable with butts

(yes I am up at almost 3am, almost chatting about butts, that’s just how I roll.)

Jules: thank you!! I am glad we have each other to accept our various feelings about butts. now go sleep, and I will probably do the same! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
me: you won’t go to sleep. I’ve seen your moves. you are probably in the middle of words with friends and a Emma rewatch and building an edition to the house <3
Jules: hahahahaha, ugh the house could really use another bedroom and bathroom, possibly a fort and a treehouse, and now I really want to watch Emma. I love you so much, goodnight!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxxoxo
(neither of us went to sleep for at least an hour, I think Jules got a solid 40 minutes.)

(Friday night- listening to a message from Jules, in which she says that she thought she was getting better but, is feeling worse today, ~for some reason~)

Me: you feel worse because you forgot to get fantastic sleep last night. There is this thing tonight, that I always go to when I am in Iowa, and last night I realized that it was happening and I almost immediately thought but if I don’t go, I could just sit at home, and it would be quiet solitude (something that has been ultra rare in the past threeish months) so yeah, I didn’t go. and I vacuumed and took a shower and now I am just sitting here listening to your message. And you might be sorting laundry. This is the Party! We are goddamn treats and the world is weeping from being deprived of us and the world is just going to have to deal with it, I guess.

THIS  MESSAGE WAS SENT @4AM

Jules: oh man, as soon as I read your sentence about my forgetting to get fantastic sleep, I realized how right you are. I did forget to get fantastic sleep, and of COURSE that is why I was feeling worse today. ugh. you are wise.

I will get some rest, starting now! I hope you do the same. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. we ARE goddamn treats.

This was supposed to say-
Emerson Cod/ Edmund Bertram Infusion

This was supposed to say-

Emerson Cod/ Edmund Bertram Infusion

Please allow me to introduce my phone-
Cat Karl Pigwidgeon Fancy McRingDingle the Luckphone of the SpaceDragons.

Five hours to dream fort! I don&#8217;t know if you will be able to see, the top two lines of the description say- Violent, Prison, and Tom Hardy. The only question now is- will there be butts?
Please allow me to introduce my phone- Cat Karl Pigwidgeon Fancy McRingDingle the Luckphone of the SpaceDragons.

Five hours to dream fort! I don’t know if you will be able to see, the top two lines of the description say- Violent, Prison, and Tom Hardy. The only question now is- will there be butts?

Please allow me to introduce my phone- Cat Karl Pigwidgeon Fancy McRingDingle the Luckphone of the SpaceDragons.

my god, he’s full of stars!

glitterbubbles:

<3<3<3<3<3<3 xoxoxoxoxoxo

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nprfreshair:

silviowilma:

Victorian-era prosthetic arm, from Europe.  Yes, it’s real.

a conversation about (very modern-day) prostheses with Biomechatronics professor and double-amputee Hugh Herr.

nprfreshair:

silviowilma:

Victorian-era prosthetic arm, from Europe.  Yes, it’s real.

a conversation about (very modern-day) prostheses with Biomechatronics professor and double-amputee Hugh Herr.

captaindonscap:

“We join the story at just the right point, when Watson joins Holmes - Without him, Holmes is a rather unbearable man. He’s going out there as well. He’s getting further and further away, like a distant star. And this man arrives, who essentially makes him more human and together they make a perfect unit.” - Mark Gatiss

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glitterbubbles:

the correct answer is, ALWAYS, Amy.

it’s not for me, it’s for a friend.

xoxoxoxo

hahaha, I saw this earlier and there were less tags and the “for a friend” part wasn’t there and I just wanted to immediately reblog with ~ARE YOU HITTING ON ELEVEN?~

<3

ARE YOU?!

Aw shit, that is fresh.

Aw shit, that is fresh.

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frankgarrett:

jennhoney replied to your post: Be still my hearts.

are you a child of Gallifrey or is that some sort of congenital heart defect in your chest?

Twins. :-)

I’m really proud of my tumbling today. I think it was the nutritious ultra-violent breakfast.

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Jules is shunning me.

ok, maybe family dinner isn’t so bad. I just nearly shot bruschetta out of my nose.

and AuntAlwaysRight is doing a thing that always creeps me out-

AuntAlwaysRight: (to her sister, AuntMurble) Did you just review 86 books on goodreads?

me: haha, did you? that’s great!

AuntAlwaysRight: that’s a lot, was it a slow day?

me: you’re doing that thing, where you criticize people’s social media usage. 

AuntAlwaysRight: well… I’m not… criticizing. That’s just a lot. 

(one time she told me my brother liked tens of things on Facebook. I said- that’s Facebook. What the hell else is there to do on Facebook?)

she’s an internet stalker…

she doesn’t have time to like the things or enter all the books she reads - because she is too busy making notes of her people’s social media usage.

she’s probably reading this RIGHT NOW.

and I tried to explain goodreads to AuntPretty1, she doesn’t do interweb, but sometimes she likes it described to her.

this conversation hasn’t happened yet, but butt it probably will:

AuntAlwaysRight: "Jennifer, did you just post 12 butt posts?"

Me: YES. GEEZUS, BECAUSE BUTTS!

Me: wait. You are having a food thing at your house on Monday?

AuntAlwaysRight: Yes.

Me: Thanks for waiting a day, we’ll have a tiny chance to possibly miss each other. 

AuntAlwaysRight: I’ll try not to show up tomorrow.

The family continued to chant “speech, speech, speech” for no one in particular.

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me: goodbye. I’ll keep you all in my heart.

AuntAlwaysRight: In your heart, just not in your home, right?

me: …*whispers. backing away* goodbye. I’ll keep you in my *mimes heart*

(I leave the room)

still me: and you…what about you? Do you want to be in my heart or my bed? Oh shit! That’s a good one. I’m going to go write that down.

(and then I ran away. I was talking to a dog.)

How I Spent My Saturday Night
Oldest Bestie: I have major problems when it comes to Paradoxes. Like, the Terminator. You can't send your dad back in time in order to conceive you because you have to be born before you can send your dad back in time! It just doesn't work and it pisses me off.
Me: But that's if you think of time as linear. It can work if you think of time as timey-wimey. A circle - a circle of *life*, if you will. Tell me this, though: if one day you started living backwards, like you woke up and every day was the day before, could you change anything? No, right?
Oldest Bestie: What do you mean?
Me: Like, you wake up, it's thursday. You read the newspaper that says that the previous day a house with a billion babies burned and they all died. When you wake up the next morning, on Wednesday because you're moving backward in time due to the chrono-temporal disorder you have, you think to yourself, "well, I could prevent the house from burning and save the billion babies." Only if you do, then the newspaper that you read on Thursday would never have existed in the first place, but it did, which is in your past, which is everyone else's future, so it must, and you can't save the billion babies from fire.
Oldest Bestie: No, you can. Because you're the only one moving backward in time in this scenario, right? If everyone else is moving forward, then you can still change it, because it's still your forward.
Me: What? That doesn't work. Say that one of the billion babies that you end up saving is actually going to grow up a terrible person, a Hitler-esque character. If you save Hitler Baby, then you change the future, and thus, your past. Suddenly your past changes to include a future where Hitler Baby is alive and well.
Oldest Bestie: No, because you would've merely created an alternative timeline, an alternative universe. You still carry on, moving backward in time, and in another alternative universe is a future with Hitler Baby.
Me: Ahhhh.
Waiter Walking By: I don't mean to overhear, but you two are having some crazy-ass busted conversations, I just wanted to say.